We Are Many Widening the Soul Further
I walk on the frozen lake,
setting sun being swallowed whole,
boots kicking up new snow.
I fall into empty space,
the dogs run ahead,
bravery settles over my capital city.
I walk on the frozen lake,
the inner content of the soul singing,
spreading pink over snow crystals.
I meet Martin Luther King,
we hug and he runs after the dogs,
yelling, “justice delayed is justice denied.”
I walk on the frozen lake,
silence and dead dreams being swallowed whole;
we are many widening the soul further.